“Hail Mary full of grace”
He gazed at the statue robed in blue and white.
“Hail Mary full of grace”
He chanted constantly all day and all night
“Hail Mary full of grace”
In fervent prayer he would plead
“Hail Mary full of grace”
Like the Christ on his cross his heart slowly bleeds
“Hail Mary full of grace”
And chanting he would cry.
“Hail Mary full of grace”
Yet still came no reply.
“Hail Mary full of grace the lord is with you”
Yet not with him!
As a boy brought upas a Roman Catholic I can relate to this very well. I better now though as far as religion goes - i have reclaimed my intellect. I like the poem a lot.
Like it good write. May i invite you to read my new poem Called, justice part 2.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tears... ..Is religion a paradox, while giving power to resist hardship, would make us motionless, taking the force and will to pull ourselves out of it? My mom used to pray: God, you are so good, please give me as much as I can carry..and she quietly carried more than anybody would think it possible. Wonder If she had no faith would she have lived to these days? ..